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I came home from school one day
crying,
because some person made fun of my pants,
not due to the fact that I was in dance.
That was a secret,
and I intended
to keep it.


For if someone made fun of me for my sweatpants,
imagine what they’d make of a guy in dance.


But much to my surprise
that when I revealed what I tried to hide,


I did not get made fun of,
I did not get harassed.


I was exhilarated to see all the
support that I had.
I just wish I had it the day that I cried.


I still go to dance.


What I find funny out of all this,
is the thing I wore publicly left me crying at night,
yet the thing that I hid actually helped me instead.
I never wore sweatpants again.




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